It Is More Or So At Meeself

I am so lucky,
I'm sure you don't want to hear that,
But maybe it is important that you know,
That I do love life,

Takes some techno songs to let it sink in.

But,

Humility is my way,
Though so un humble I am,
And normally I would extra be.

Here's why.

I want to be found.
Discovered,
And raised.

Isn't that kinda wrong?

I mean I want to be raised to help others,
Chosen to help others,
As Omens of sky shine my eyes,
Like this little light that could come from the ceiling fan,

Sometimes I see these little flickers,

And,

I take it, this way

I know honesty is a good force

But so is silence

So a poem to this:

Sky, what you want of me, I shall deliver,
Earth, what you want of me, I am terrified I can't deliver.
Honesty, sometimes you are my grief in egocentrism.
Humility, I barely know your name.
Peace, I try, but inside, it's tough.
I try to get answers and can't.
I don't speak to ghosts.
I don't have this alien contact.
My intuition is muffled between languages
I am stuck in this, intrigue of wanting to know,
And knowing sometimes,
But just giving it up.

Tomorrow is the New Year, yet it is so hard to accept all of the changes that have happened in that time. Last year i was with someone else, who I had been with for two and a half years. Our relationship was miserable, nothing good ever seemed to happen for us anymore. And now a...